tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post7767012439825527591..comments2024-01-04T08:15:33.342+01:00Comments on Big Fun in a Tiny Pueblo: Matanza on SaturdayRebrites@yahoo.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827625656760747239noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-21128822793961305112010-12-13T23:00:07.801+01:002010-12-13T23:00:07.801+01:00Great piece of description, Rebekah. Very visceral...Great piece of description, Rebekah. Very visceral. My hands felt bloody and I could smell the pungent aroma as I read.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-67613074277912143722010-12-07T21:05:54.848+01:002010-12-07T21:05:54.848+01:00Growing up in a close-knit Portuguese community an...Growing up in a close-knit Portuguese community and family, I remember those cold pig-killing days. The women made morcilla and linguica in a huge iron kettle I still have, and each person who helped with the kill called on the others to help when it came time to butcher their animals. I know it sounds weird, but thanks for the memories. We just aren't part of anything like this type of community effort anymore in most of the USA.Anniesantiagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00605384298382007686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-51015784303830958332010-12-07T15:08:27.343+01:002010-12-07T15:08:27.343+01:00I remember pig killing days in my youth! The sayin...I remember pig killing days in my youth! The saying was 'Nothing is wasted except the squeal' and it was true too! i can even remember playing football with the pig's bladder. Life was so much more real back then. Maybe that is why I find the Camino fascinating - takes me back to my young days!TioT and TiaVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15819587861748893176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-28355476573488494502010-12-06T14:29:25.924+01:002010-12-06T14:29:25.924+01:00Thanks for such an honest view of where those love...Thanks for such an honest view of where those lovely hams, and chops et al come from!! It took me until I was 20 something to finally try blutwurst...and find out it was delicious! We've gotten so frighteningly removed from where and what all of our food is! Thanks for sharing this.ksamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01998231466478015431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-2278358444981923772010-12-06T02:44:21.891+01:002010-12-06T02:44:21.891+01:00ever read John Berger's "Pig Earth"?...ever read John Berger's "Pig Earth"?....<br /><br />giving thanks for those that choreograph this dance for our eating pleasure...<br /><br />Thanks for the descriptions, Reb,<br /><br />love,<br />kAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-57558427892967419842010-12-06T01:14:35.495+01:002010-12-06T01:14:35.495+01:00I love reading about day-to-day life in Moratinos....I love reading about day-to-day life in Moratinos. Never a dull moment in that tiny village.<br /><br />The aroma of singed hair hangs in my senses...and now, with the comment from Tino, the sound of a pig's "shrilling scream" echos in my head, but regardless, this was an interesting post and I admire your on-going ability to jump in and participate in whatever the culture brings.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01886493225675415790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-46844360127898377742010-12-05T21:59:50.172+01:002010-12-05T21:59:50.172+01:00Nice, Reb: not all "foreigners" brave to...Nice, Reb: not all "foreigners" brave to show off our bloody winter rituals as you do. Yes, knife and life are together for survival, even now, times of carefully packaged godknowsthekind of highly processed food.<br />I quote your post on FB ;)La'badesahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156516964610474091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-87441121303704814312010-12-05T19:59:21.595+01:002010-12-05T19:59:21.595+01:00My husband was born in Madeira and they used to ha...My husband was born in Madeira and they used to have a similar ritual there... <br /><br />Thank goodness it was not a right of passage required for the new daughter-in-law to perform!!emilenehttp://www.caminosantiago2012.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018985237438196013.post-32330859448553388722010-12-05T18:55:19.947+01:002010-12-05T18:55:19.947+01:00I've seen "matanzas" when I was a ch...I've seen "matanzas" when I was a child. It was gory but it was also a "fiesta" and it allowed our ancestors - and yours too - to survive, probably for thousands of years. I remember that in Galicia they make "filloas" - kind like crepes - with the blood. The only thing wasted is the hair.<br /><br />But the shrilling scream from the poor pig is hard to bare.<br /><br />Saludos<br />TinoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com